Luyện nghe bài hát Light Pollution

John A. was a good man
He to loan me books and mic stands
He got me a subscription
To the Socialist

to records in his basement
Old folk songs the government
It's love of money not the
He said these push on you

And yells, it don't cry
Whatever sells decide
But no hell when you die
So don't look so

He got a life, lost his day job
papers, swinging pendulums
Anything to a function
Or to occupy some

You gotta this living somehow
You're good as dead without a account
But funny how alive he has felt down
In unemployment line

With all that trash at his
The pools of piss in the
All of that empathy
For the way we're

worry
Don't
worry

The billboards
The flags they
The anthem's playing
The game was letting out

And all at
You saw the and heard
tiny sound
Got in his truck and around

Drove out the crowd and the cops
out past that center mall
Drove out past that sickening
Out past that fenced in

And he lost control
with the radio
But I bet the seem so close
At the end

At the end
At the end
At the end
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